In this shot, Paris Hilton is advertising something called DreamCatchers, but only the savviest of consumers will realize that she’s trying to sell her own line of cheap-ass hair extensions. The rest of us idiots only have the clue of Hilton’s stance to deduce what sort of product is being advertised. Naturally, one would think that a DreamCatcher must indeed be Paris Hilton’s crotch. One inference quickly leads to another extrapolation:
“This time, Mr. Bond, the pleasure will be all mine.” – Goldeneye
The key difference is that whereas Bond villain Xenia Onatopp used her strong legs to achieve the “bodyscissors” method of crushing her opponent, the decidedly less athletic Paris only has the lethal ass goiter at her disposal. Dreamcatcher? C’mon advertisers, get with it.
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I think she is lovely.
At least she’s paying homage to her native American roots with the naming of the product and the spiffy feature on the home page.
I’d rather have a dream catcher from here stapled to my head than from her site. Especially with the damned autoplay music of stars are blind.
Last night on Fox News they were reporting on the alleged sexual assault at the Playboy mansion and they were showing video clips from the ‘Midsummer’s Eve Party’ when they came to a clip of Paris, performing her usual pose.
The voice over up until that point had been rocking right along but when Paris came into view I heard “And Paris Hilton looking…uh… like only Paris can”.
I damned near fell out of my chair from laughing.
Dreamcatcher Room Spray, can get the nastiest crotch odor out of a room, even Paris’ so you know it Works!
Foul cow. Why isn’t she out like old fish? Who or what could that sow represent that anyone would buy, seriously she’s just so retarded and skanky. Maybe factory defective tampex. Ugh.